Monday, 31 December 2018
Shadorma
my drive song
keeps me wide awake
eyes open
moon lit farms
magic misty scenery
cool breeze on my face
a night drive
with trucks whizzing by
hit the road
keep driving
to nowhere and anywhere
all roads end somewhere
Sunday, 30 December 2018
New Years Eve - Troiku
Create a ‘fusion ku’ and
then a Troiku on the theme of New Year’s Eve based on two haiku by Jane
Reichhold
a new year
rising from wild seas
a few stars
filling
the glass with candlelight
champagne
Jane Reichhold
popping champagne corks
the sky alight with fireworks
new years eve again
Troiku
popping champagne corks
cheers and roars from the crowd
i slide the doors shut
the sky alight with fireworks
millions of dollars in flames
for fun fifteen minutes
new years eve again
party downstairs deafening
can't find my ear plugs
a new year
rising from wild seas
a few stars
filling
the glass with candlelight
champagne
Jane Reichhold
popping champagne corks
the sky alight with fireworks
new years eve again
Troiku
popping champagne corks
cheers and roars from the crowd
i slide the doors shut
the sky alight with fireworks
millions of dollars in flames
for fun fifteen minutes
new years eve again
party downstairs deafening
can't find my ear plugs
Sunday's Whirligig 194
THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "A Ritual to Read to Each Other" by William E. Stafford: should shrug cruelty darkness discourage miss know horrible tail fool lost fragile
you should miss her
but she knows you don't
you walk away with a shrug
as if she never existed
you did nothing to discourage her
horrible men with little horns and tails
are drawn to her like moths to a flame
lost and fragile she is a fool to expect anything else
cruelty and darkness are part of her life
Wednesday, 26 December 2018
Monday, 24 December 2018
Sunday, 23 December 2018
Renga With Basho Carpe Diem - Meditation # 64

Basho
feeling holy
the tears that stain
fallen leaves
my boat is so small
must you take that too
withering wind
is the fragrance still attached
to the late-blooming flower
her lack lustre petals torn
she had not noticed
sweeping the garden
the snow forgotten
by the broom
like so many forgotten
by their families
the paulownia leaf
moves on the autumn wind
frost in the ivy
a cold thought flying in the breeze
a lonely time for the homeless
under a crescent moon
the ground is hazy
with blackwheat flowers
field mice scuttle about
gorging themselves with seeds
cattle shed
dark sound of mosquitoes
in summer heat
blow flies buzzing about
the steaming cow pats
Saturday, 22 December 2018
Nat King Cole - Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
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